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Apr 2018
God's firmament: only
a child's planetarium projector—
If only I could project my
vows in a sphere of light
with even a handful of batteries, all the
eyes in the world
could see how ******* thin
my gossamer guilt is.

My conscience is silky smooth
like Venus-razored legs.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
(Victoria, BC)   
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   FraisDeLaFerme
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